in your neck
you remember when you were 19 years
and I kissed your neck,
had all the flowers perfume then
knew and could not stop
breathing
travel and go
lips to the sea
and swim between the sheets
to reach an island
ourdreams where we slept and we harvested
caresses.
Remember when you were 19 years old and I kissed your neck.
Now I'm sitting in the plaza,
flowers open to the sun,
perfume stabs my memories, hugs
my memories
spring brings your name .
The family of fans from heaven
Your father will water the suns shining
your fatherwaters orchards, carrying fruit, served your food.
Your father cooking time will come to your table,
your mother roasted cheeks smiles and loves,
your mother, attentive, harvested wild stars in the sky and sings,
sing, sing hymns a world that no longer exists.
Your brother is in the movies,
is looking at the sea fish that will sprout.
Your brother is in wheat, will shed the loaves
your brother is in the mine,
metal covering the stone that will watch, ring or bracelet.
Your brother and your sister playing in the plaza,
hungry, sing, eat, exchange figures, laugh,
die, have dreams and cold, joy and pain.
Your sister is making a move,
photos stored in boxes that no longer serve.
Your brother is in the shade,
short, inadvertently, a flower
that melts in your hands.
Your son is coming, is on this earth,
is by sunrise.
photos are www.fotospipicucu.blogspot.com
and www.elpabluch.blogspot.com
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